The brethren and Rosamund looked at each other, for having so much to say it seemed that they could not speak at all.

Then with a low cry Rosamund said: "Oh! let us thank God, Who, after all these black months of travel and of danger, has thus brought us together again," and, kneeling down there together in the guest-hall of the lord of Death, they gave thanks earnestly.

Then, moving to the centre of the chamber where they thought that none would hear them, they began to speak in low voices and in English.
"Tell you your tale first, Rosamund," said Godwin.
She told it as shortly as she could, they listening without a word.
Then Godwin spoke and told her theirs.

Rosamund heard it, and asked a question almost in a whisper.
"Why does that beautiful dark-eyed woman befriend you ?" "I do not know," answered Godwin, "unless it is because of the accident of my having saved her from the lion." Rosamund looked at him and smiled a little, and Wulf smiled also.
Then she said: "Blessings be on that lion and all its tribe! I pray that she may not soon forget the deed, for it seems that our lives hang upon her favour.

How strange is this story, and how desperate our case! How strange also that you should have come on hither against her counsel, which, seeing what we have, I think was honest ?" "We were led," answered Godwin.